When on a Monday morning I don't necessarily want to consider the trial all joy- resolution and peace are more on my breakfast menu. When I am doubting the fire is doing any real refining at all, and I am just burning alive for some sick exercise in futility. When I'm telling God, I don't see the gold and I'm starting to wonder if there's any in me to be cultivated. "I don't see the gold...." And He says, "Really? There at the end of your pen, your honest scribbles on pages? You don't see it- because I Am."
Peter stepped out onto the sea and walked. He looked away and sank.
Peter denied Jesus in a hurl of angry words, fled and hid. Just days later he leapt from a boat because he couldn't get to Jesus fast enough, he couldn't stand to be separated. A handful of years later Peter's own humble pen wrote: “So be truly glad. There is wonderful joy ahead, even though you must endure many trials for a little while. These trials will show that your faith is genuine. It is being tested as fire tests and purifies gold—though your faith is far more precious than mere gold. So when your faith remains strong through many trials, it will bring you much praise and glory and honor on the day when Jesus Christ is revealed to the whole world.”
1 Peter 1:6-7 NLT
When on a Monday morning the fire hurts and the world outside bites cold, the trials and tested faith of a man much like myself shine like gold off the page.